Johnny B. Goode Tonight

So this morning I woke up to Back To The Future Part Two or something. I watched that for a while before calling Carol to see what time I should come over. She was asleep and told me to come at about four. I watched more movie and then got my lazy ass up and dressed and then went to Walgreens down the road to get trashbags. Colour coded. Ace.

I drove to Carol's and we drove around for a bit before finding a convenient park with trashcans. We took everything out of my car and then sorted through it, throwing half of it away, packing some in black bags to take with us, and putting some in white bags to leave at Mum's house.

We decided to run over to Mum's to drop off the bags. We were talking about crossing the border and Carol said something about me being a liability or something and just as she said, I fell down the basement stairs. It hurt so bad. I was like "I have to lie down. Hold on." So I limped over and fell face first onto the futon for a minute while Carol laughed her ass off. I wish I could, mine is still killing me.

We visited Moo and Lilu, and Vespa of course. She was actually friendly today instead of being a total cunt like normal. I can't wait to take Moo with me when I get my own place. I hope she'll be alive. She's a bit old.

I dropped Carol off back at her house then went home. I watched more movie and then decided to chill with Eric for a bit and watch Shang High Noon with him for a bit. Then I got tired so I went to bed, but I'm way too excited to sleep.

I'm so tired though.

The Devistating Backstroke

So yesterday I hung out with Brendan which was honestly awful. He's far more annoying than I remember him being. So I cut that visit rather short. I now have monstro hickey right over a birthmark that apparently looks like a hickey anyway. I think it looks like a swastika. Whatever. Now when anyone actually asks if its a hickey, I'll have to say yes. Boo.

Crap time with shitty camp friends was easily made up when I called my bff Carol and asked if she could and wanted to come to Toronto with me for newyears. She said yes and so did her mom. Yay! Roadtrip! I went and picked her up and we hightailed it over to inkslingers to get my lip pierced. John actually asked if I burnt myself with a curling iron. Hahaha.

Lip piercings turned out sweeeet. I can't wait to get smaller rings put in. Its going to look epic. Alex says its too much, but I don't think so. Anyway, this lady got a tattoo of a rainbow kokopeli or however its spelt because she is an author. "Oh, cool. What do you write?" "Gay erotica fiction." "Oh. ...my parents are gay..."

Haha! We promptly went out to the front room silently laughing. Jesus on a cracker. But when we're there, we really do whatever we want since we're totally VIP customers.

I was freaking out before I got my shit pierced because Carol kept saying it was going to hurt A LOT. John sprayed my lip with some novacaine that he smuggled in from tiajuanna (sp?). It mostly made all of the inside of my mouth numb and it felt super weird. Carol held my hand the whole time, which was great because the last time anyone held my hand for a piercing or whatever I was 15 and it was my navel that was getting the needle. Thanks Carol!!

We headed over to 7-11 to get a slurpee and decided that John lieks meeee. Which I don't mind at all. He's totally adorable anyway. I got a blue raspberry and vanilla cream flavoured slurpee. It was aces hight. Carol got coffee. We also bought this crazy stretchy pink spiney penis with eyes that has this light up thing in it. I guess it was supposed to be a caterpillar.

We didn't quite want to go home so we went up to movie 16 at the mutant mall. That place is sooo ghetto creepy. We decided to see Saw V. It was pretty good. Totally sick and twisted of course.

Anyway, I'm going over to hers later today to pick her up and go park by a dumpster so that we can clean out my car. Aces! I fucking love that girl.

Jesus.

Good Lord I hate border patrol. Today was the family Christmas party in River Canard, which is about 20 minutes outside of Windsor.

I woke up early enough and made myself some tofu noodles with soy sauce and molasses which were super yumm. Anyway, I talked to Alex on the phone forever which was aces. I went and got gasoline and gatorade before heading across the border.

So, my car is super mess and I have like... 6 or so stolen McCain lawn signs in there. I told the guy at customs what was in the back, clothes, shoes, stolen McCain lawn signs, and he thought I meant like... jacked street signs and told me he could get me arrested. He scared the shit out of me for like... 3 minutes just talking about that and then clarified exactly what kind of signs they were. He was like, oh... well that's childish but fine. Go ahead to your family party. I was like, HOLYFUCKINGSHIT.

Anyway, family party was good. Marty is a TOTAL brat and a half. The first thing he says when I walk in is, "you look weird." I was like, "durrr... i AM weird." Uncle Joe was there, which was way cool. I miss him. Since he got divorced from Aunt Renee, he never comes around anymore so it was aces seeing him. Anyway, we did the white elephant thing and I ended up with some decidedly non-vegan candy... oops. Oh well. I ate it anyway. No use wasting excellent Toblerone and Worther's.

Anyway, I went home and on the way through the border, got asked if I had been arrested or did drugs at least 3 times each. I was like, no. Seriously. But yeah... fun times. I got some fries at Maccas because they're so epic. When I got home I interneted for a while before talking to Alex for the first time in FOREVER. I miss him!!! Anyway, a little ways into the conversation, he asked if I was really pregnant.

WHHAAAAATTT?!?!!?!!? Um... no. I'm not.

Anyway, apparently Mrs. Smith didn't get that the preggo ness was a halloween costume. So she told her husband, Greg, Alex, and a bunch of other people. AWKWARD. Anyway, I cleared that up fast.

I'm hanging out with my friend Brendan tomorrow and then he's taking me to get my lip pierced. YEE!!! I'll post pictures. But first we're gonna make OUTTTT. Yay! I'll have a new answer to put on surveys besides, Libby, as the last person I kissed. Hahaha.

Yeah. Awkward day.

Hmmm... Yes.

After The Eulogy

This morning Mum and I went to Aunt Pat's funeral. In my humble opinion, funerals are the worst thing on earth... just short of silverfish, getting blood drawn, and seeing people throw up.

When my mum was in nursing school, Pat was her roommate, and then they started dating and had grand drinking adventures, such as bringing a full body resuscitation anne dressed in the school uniform to the bar with them and then getting caught while sneaking it back in. My parents were at the conception of Pat's son, Jesse. A bit awkward I guess. But apparently they decided to have a party to artificially inseminate Kris, so my cousin was conceived surrounded by lesbians.

I was born in Seattle, and when we moved to Michigan when I was two weeks old, we lived at Pat and Kris' house. We had Canadian Thanksgiving at their house, went over every Christmas to exchange presents, had birthday parties together, and sometimes went over for dinner just for fun while I was growing up. Pat and Kris were basically second parents and my mum is one of Jesse's many godmothers.

Until today, I hadn't seen any of them for about five years. Last time I saw Aunt Pat, I never thought it would be the last time I would ever see her in my life. I can't stand the fact that I'm never going to see her again. I'll never get to hug her, and I will never hear her laugh again, and Aunt Pat was ALWAYS laughing; her laugh stands out among all my other memories of her. I missed her before she died, words pale in comparison to my current feelings. I kind of just expected her to walk in laughing at the funeral, just for fun, it's really hard to believe that she's gone.

My mother discovered my "Imperio" tattoo at the funeral which was slightly comical. I was adjusting my bracelets and she glanced down and asked, "What's that?" Thinking she was talking about one of my new bracelets which has a scorpion encased in glow in the dark resin, I said, "A scorpion." She grabbed my hand, turned it over and stared at my wrist for a minute. Oh. That. She didn't ask, just sort of shook her head.

There was a reception sort of thing back at their house. The food was epic. I walked in and wondered aloud if there was anything I could eat, and at least five people started pointing out things that were vegan. I was like, how did you know? It was a little crazy. Afterward, I stood around with mum while she talked to a bunch of people about how my mother's brain is deteriorating. Pleasant. I just love thinking about it, especially after a funeral. When my parents die, I probably wont go to the funerals. I don't think I could stand it.

I came home and danced around my room naked to Rihanna's "Disturbia" I seriously love that song.

And Then They Took My Blood Type

I slept in way late yet I'm still tired super early. Maybe I have mono haha. I don't fucking know. Anyway christmas was ace. There was nothing vegan to eat and I have come to the conclusion that I really don't enjoy cousin Lyle's presence, but he doesn't seem to enjoy my sarcastic nature, so whatever. I wish I were home. Oh well. Anyway, I dipped out of festivities at current time seven pm to quickly blog and then go to sleep.

This was the worst Christmas of my life.

Baby I'm Your Man

So today I had too super weird dreams, both involving death and one involving schizophrenic juggalos on public transportatin. Wtf is wrong with my head is indeed a mystery, especially to me.

Anywho, when I finally got my ass off the couch where I currently sleep, I took a shower, and, for the first time in at least 9 months, I did my hair up. Of course I've had a mohican/mohawk/whatever for nearly a year but this is only the second time I've ever bothered to put it up. The first time my hair was nearly too long so I decided I wouldn't bother and then it went away for a while but now its back so I figure why the hecks not? My grandmother hates it.

Awkward Uncle Dave came tonight we had an excellent time with camera phones at dinner. Uncle Dave and I hve come to the conclusion that Shanye (Told) looks almost exactly like a young Lyle. This is probably why I don't find him remotely attractive, if I did, that would probably be way awkward and a half because not only is Lyle married with two children, he is also my cousin. Ick.

Anyway David and I decided to go out and get eggnog and such. Or, as I apparently like to call it while playing word games, eegnog. Fun times. Anyway, I convinced him to buy a whole bunch of other stuff since I guess my mother didn't warn him that I'm tricksy like that. Veganog is a billion times yummier than actual eggnog which is apparently supposed to be ingested with alcohol. Growing up with two rather straight-edge parents, I was unnaware of this custom. Talking of which, I always sort of think about becomming straight-edge again, but I really don't see the point as I hate being drunk, so I don't do that anyway and my lungs don't let me smoke weed all that often, but I would kind of miss all the terribly amusing things I say when I'm high. Such as, "if I die, don't tell my mother." I'm a weirdo, but I love it.

Anyway, my mother and uncle and I pissed off the grands who decided to go to bed early. My grandma is ace. She's half way between a bitch and a comedian and I never know when she is actually serious. I'm in stitches whenever she's around. My (step) grandfather is from England so he's adorrably British. He used to be devistatingly handsome but now he's just old and has parkinsons, so he's just kind of endearingly steriotypical. My actual grandfather died before I was born, but from what I hear he was kind of an assbag, so I'm not all that dissappointed about never having met him. My mum's dad was aces enough anyway, although he was a little wonky at the end due to alzheimers.

A game of scrabble at which everyone cheated was played and I got away with the most epic of word combos. Ive and ven just by putting a random v down somewhere. I'm amazed that I got away with such bullshit.

Anyway, happy Christmas.

Her Name Is Noel; She Rings My Bell

Today I woke up super early for me and promptly fell back to sleep. My mother bribed me into going to breakfast with a promise of hair gel. We went to a cafe with the grands and I had the most epic tofu scramble ever. It had avacado and tomatoes in it; I'll be wanting more tomorrow.

After breakfast, my mother and I walked to Long's to get hairshit. I literally ran into my uncle and cousin while strolling around looking at the floor which was super awkward. After we were done shopping, we went outside to wait to be picked up by my grandma. While we were out waiting, some 40 year old loser who hated life decided to give me hair advice. He was like, "You should grow out the back blah, blah, blah and wear your 'hawk like that." I ignored him and he kept talking loudly at me while locking his bike up. He clearly didn't understand that his advice was unwelcome.

Any normal person would get the clue to STFU, but this freak didn't seem to get it. Oh well. Anyway, he basically said that I should wear it in a mullhawk, "hey 90's I miss you! come back!" ...Lying. Please don't. I hate it when people refer to a mohawk as a "hawk" just like I hate it when people call tattoos "tats". It sounds retarded and besides, it's a hairstyle and tribe of indigenous peoples; not a bird. I personally prefer to do it up English and call it a mohican. The man's loud suggestions honestly made me laugh my ass off. I suppose this was rude, but so was he.

On his way into the store, finally, he goes, "Believe it or not, I used to call myself gutter punk. I still wear the colours." As soon as the doors closed behind him my mother turns to me and completely deadpan, says, "He used to be gutter punk. Aren't you impressed?" I literally collapsed on the ground laughing. I really did almost pee. My mother is hilarious; and I was highly un-impressed. On his way back out of the shop, he decided to address my mother. "Mom, don't worry, this phase she's in will pass. I dropped out of it after about ten years." As if my mother was remotely ashamed of me. And there is no "phase" that I'm in. I enjoy having unique hair is all. I don't label myself anything as I neither believe in labels nor think I fit under any that exist. Clearly he hated his life and was jealous that I was so comfortable. I suppose he thought I was trying to rebel. I was just a bit of a rebel when I was 17 since I wasn't allowed to do certain things. Being 18 I just do whatever I want and am allowed to anyway, so it's no rebellion. How sad and pathetic this man was.

He took it just a step too far though when he was riding away, calling back, "Lay off the drugs." How fucking dare anyone make assumptions like that about me based on my hair. Just because I'm relaxed and comfortable about myself does not at all mean that I'm on drugs since I'm not angry at the world like he probably was. I mean, yeah, I do hate quite a few people, but that's because as a whole, I think people are stupid, and I'm kind of a genius. Not my fault. I shouted back, "I'm straight-edge, thanks!" Which really isn't true, but it's better than saying, "I rarely smoke pot and I drink responsibly!" besides, I was wearing a shirt that said, "Kiss me. I don't smoke." Durr... fucking hate morons.

After that lovely incident, an excellent woman talked to me about my awesome hair, asked if I was in cosmetology school, which I'm going to be, and said, "Don't worry; I'll run him over when I leave." I gave her a hug. Grandma took my mother and I to a vegan bakery which was aces high. I got short bread and cupcakes, then we picked up my cousin. I watched Home Alone 3 which is the funniest Christmas movie ever.

Sorry! is decidedly my least favourite game in the universe. It sucks and a half.

Whenever I Want You, All I Have To Do Is Dream

So this morning I woke up at a decent hour and got dressed in a flash and ran out to the car and we drove up to Boulder Creek to get our nails done. Mine are dark blue with sparkles; pretty ace.

Anyway, on the way back, I decided I wanted my hair done. We had Mexican for lunch, well, I had chips. Then we went to the redwood forrest for a little bit and didn't walk around since it was too cold, but I climbed up on this huge sign and my mom took my picture on it.

We got back into town and stopped off at the local cosmetology school to see if I could get my hair done. I could! This hot metal chick named Grace did my hair. She had some ace tattoos, including a huge elaborate spade right over her throat. She said she had gotten some Johnny Thunders lyrics on her ribs and that hurt so badly that everything else is a walk in the park. I don't care. I still want Psalm 23 down the right side of my ribcage and something else on the other side as well.

I guess I've decided to fuck it all, because I've got my hawk back. Haha... I can't seem to stay away from it. I love it though. The whole process took three hours! First she shaved it back into a hawk because it was uneven and the sides had gotten long. Anyway, we bleached it all out, died the top red, coon-tailed the fringe red and black, and then put black zebra stripes on the sides. It's aces high and a half. Pictures coming later. Anyway, my online buddy Kate came in while I was looking super dorky with foil all in my face so we finally got to meet which was totally stellar. She was great.

Anyway, I hung out at home on facebook for a bit before discovering that my sort-of aunt Pat died yesterday morning. I was horrified because it was totally unexpected, I'm basically half a world away right now, and she really helped raise me. She and my mum were roommates in nursing school before they started dating and then they were best friends after that. But we haven't been as close in recent years, but when my "cousin" Jesse and I were young, we always went over there Christmas afternoon. I'm really going to miss her. She was always a lot of fun when we did see each other. Mum and I are going to the funeral since I'll be back by then.

I made some fierce bread pudding while talking on the phone to my awkward uncle Dave. He's so great. I haven't talked to him in forever, but we really get each other and when I'm home, I'll be calling him a lot I think since it's free as we both have Verizon, besides, he's really a laugh. He's a guitar player/computer programer and a total paranoid pessimist. I love him. Anyway, he's coming for Christmas which should be really great. I'm excited!

I'm totally jet lagged still, which I'm pretty stoked about because I'd rather not adjust to this time zone, thank you very much. I'll be sleeping now.

...it's me.

I was going to write a great blog today about how I had a really exciting day for once...

And then I found out that my aunt who, when I was little, was basically another parent to me, died yesterday morning.

But maybe later I'll feel up to writing about how great my day was.

Close Your Eyes, Clear Your Heart

So this morning I woke up and my right arm hurt like crazy. I guess I slept on it weird. Anyway, brushing my teeth was like torture, I had to do it with my left hand which was just awkward.

My aunt and I went shopping at Target, we didn't really get much. I got us hot chocolate at Starbucks though. I guess everyone here gets a lot of Starbucks, it's not like I'm any different at home though. The Bucks at Eaton is really close.

I talked to Stephanie for a while which was fun and I had an epic phone conversation with Kate.

I've just realized that one of my favourite songs is not about vampires, but pro-vegitarian... check it out.

Anyway, I guess I'm just going to couch (bed) in the hope that when I wake up, my arm will feel better.

Oh. There was an earthquake earlier today. I slept through it.

I hate this place. I want to go home.

Fuck. Why Not.

001.Name: Jordan Danielle Michaela Lambert Wright (ew)
002.D.O.B.: 27th June, 1990
003.Location: Santa Cruz, California
004.Religion: Undecided
005.Occupation: The only thing I can really put is "model"

APPEARANCE

001.Hair: Dark brown naturally, currently that and purple
002.Eyes: Amber
003.Height: Short. OH. Uh... 5'4" maybe?

STYLE

001.Clothing: Anything black, haha, I dunno; it changes
002.Music: Literally everything
003.Make up: Um... whatever I feel like. Rarely mascara.
004.Body art: I prefer the term mods. At present 6 peircings (I've had 18 or so though), 10 tattoos by my count, 2 scarifications that haven't faded.

RIGHT NOW

001.Wearing: Micky pants (so comfy!!!!!omjesus), cami, stein shirt, best plain black zip up hoodie ever, I live life in this sweatshirt, ferrealz.
002.Listening to: Oingo Boingo hahahahahahaha... Danny Elfman is such a fox.
003.Thinking of: How epically fucking cold it is here right now.

LAST THING YOU

001.Bought: A maple leaf tattoo. It was $40 and it's on my ass. Ace.
002.Ate & drank: Uh......... chocolate soy milk and thai food.
003.Read: I re-read HP 7 the other day. <3
004.Watched on TV: Psh.... TV... so vintage. ........lies. If only I had cable.

EITHER / OR

001.Club or house party: I like shows more than anything else.
002.Tea or coffee: Chai tea.
003.Achiever or slacker: Bwahaha... achievers don't drop out of high school. Slacker fer sher.
004.Beer or cider: Guinness draught. lies.
005.Drinks or shots: Either.
006.Cats or dogs: Cats and dogs that don't lick.
007.Single or taken: It's terribly complicated.
008.Pen or pencil: Pen if I'm writing on something squishy, pencil if I'm writing on something hard. Whatever shows up the darkest.
009.Gloves or mittens: Gloves for snowboarding, mittens for looking adorable and a half.
010.Food or candy: I lived off of megawarheads for a second.
011.Cassette or cd: Mp3 or vinyl.
012.Coke or pepsi: Cocaine before either. I hate pop.
013.Hard or mild alcohol: Wtf is mild alcohol?
014.Matches or a lighter: Matches or a zippo.
015.Sunset beach or the bold and the beautiful: Uh... what?
016.Ricki Lake or Oprah Winfrey: Hmmm... Ricki Lake for movies, Oprah Winfrey for Obama acceptance speaches.

WHO DO YOU WANT TO

001.Kill: So many people... so little time. I fucking hate people. I'm not nice. Sorry.
002.Hear from: If Moo had thumbs and could speak English... however, I wouldn't mind hearing from Mum.
003.Get really wasted with: No one. I don't enjoy the feeling of being intoxicated, thanks.
004.Look like: Ha, as if. I'm fucking hot. I like looking like myself.
005.Be like: I think I mentioned how I feel about people. I'm not this arrogant in person, I promise.

LAST PERSON YOU?

001.Touched: Myself... not like that.
002.Talked to: Derek!!!!! <3
003.Hugged: Grandma?
004.Instant messaged: My friendly ex bf Louis. =]
005.Kissed: Libby. Ahh... my life.
006.Who broke your heart: Um... that doesn't happen to me. But if it did, it would have happened when I was in 10 grade and it would have been a combination of Ben Barker and Sam Ashmore all at once.

WHERE DO YOU

001.Eat: Wherever my mouth is.
002.Dance: Wherever my legs are.
003.Cry: Wherever my heart breaks.
004.Wish you were: Home.

HAVE YOU EVER

001.Dated one of your best friends? Yeah.
002.Loved somebody so much it makes you cry? *sigh* Yes.
003.Drank alcohol? Frequently.
004.Done drugs? Um... if I thought pot counted as a drug I'd say yes.
005.Broken the law? Clearly.
006 Ran away from home? Just the once for a minute.
007.Broken a bone? I don't think so.
008.Cheated on a test? Nope, never.
009.Skinny dipped? Love it.
010.Played truth or dare? Haha, I love that game, I don't even care.
011.Flashed someone? Chest only.
012.Mooned Someone? Once or twice.
013.Kissed someone you didn't know? I like kissing too much to get to know people first... haha. JKish. I didn't really know TJ or Jon the first time I kissed either of them.
014.Been on a talk show/game show? No.
015.Been in a fight? I'm afraid of fighting people. I don't like pain, but I love bruises. Haha.
016.Ridden in a fire truck? Not really.
017.Been on a plane? All the time.
018.Come close to dying? I'm dying right now. And so are you.
019.Cheated on your boy/girlfriend? The only thing I cheat on are board games.
020.Gave someone a piggy back/shoulder ride? I give Carol piggy backs at shows haha.
021.Eaten a worm/mud pie? EW. No way.
022.Swam in the ocean? And the sea.
023.Had a nightmare/dream that made you wake up? I have the creepiest dreams ever.

Then Jump Repeat To The Swinging Beat

Bloody fuck and Jesus on a cracker (thanks Rob) it's COLD here! Everyone is like, oh, California? Yeah... it's warm there.

Fucking as if. It's 50 if I'm lucky.

Anyway, this morning I woke up at 11 something or other my time, but 8 something or other California time. Breaky was good. After breakfast, we went to some shopping centre a little ways away to buy cake tins or something. Afterward we went to Starbucks. Yay for peppermint venti soy no whip hot chocolate. There's a picture on my myspace... I can't bother to figure out how to post it from my grandparents' computer though.

At noonish we walked a bit aways to the theatre and two feet from the house we came across the angriest hobo EVER. He was going through a dumpster and had trash spread all across the sidewalk. He got super pissed off because my mom stepped on this random bag of something on the ground and he was like, "fuck you! that's my dinner... stupid people who have everything, blah blah blah..." what a fucking creeper, ferrealz.

My grandmother called the police and told them to get rid of him... which was just a little hilarious. Anyway, we met up with cousin Lyle, his wife Daria, and their kids Wyatt and Gwendolyn at the theatre and went and saw cousin Clarissa in The Nutcracker. Guys in ubertight pants... yum. But I spent most of it texting my friend Roger.

I had dinner after and then Clarissa, aunt Virginia, and uncle Tom came over for more dinner. Clarissa and I caught up for a bit which is always fun. She's pretty ace for a ten year old.

I'm quickly getting used to this time zone. Oh noes!

The Preacher Likes The Cold

Good God. Today was a blizzard. It snowed like fuck all night and we ended up with more than a foot of snow. Eric drove me to the aeroport, muttering his usual mother fucker every ten seconds which is always tres amusant.

I stood in some pointless line for an hour and then listened to Disturbia on repeat while waiting for the plane. My row mate was some cool girl from Nicaragua who goes to U of M.

Highlight of my life: drink lady is coming around and asks what I want, rum and cranberry juice; a cape cod. Off dhe goes and comes back with both, hands me the rum, and doesn't even ask my age. I'm like, fuck, how old do I look? Apparently at least 25 according to my rowmate. It was so ace.

Hauled ass to get to the plane in Houston on time. Barely made it. Sat next to some cool chick from Texas who was going to Cali for Xmas to visit her parents. She was pretty boss. The turbulence was pretty fucking rad.

Daria came and picked me up with Wyatt and Gwendoline. They're way too fucking adorable. Gwendoline says kisstmiss. It's literally the cutest thing ever and the both of them sound like chipmunks or something.

Fun times with Grandma are always the best ever. She's so fucking crazy, I love it!

He's All Of 31 And He's Only 17

So I haven't really been doing much of anything lately. Yesterday I stayed home almost the whole day save for a short trip to Walgreens.

Today I went and cashed a cheque and paid my rent. Then I went and got a maple leaf tattooed on my ass. Hell fucking yeah.

I can't wait to go to Cali tomorrow.

Hairy Sex Octopus

The following is bits of a conversation a friend and I had the other day. I won't say who it's about because you don't need to know for it to be epic. It began with a creepy picture link I sent him which led to more pictures. Anyway here it is.

D: He looks like the worst pervert ever right there. Like, I'm talking creepy substitute.

R: Yup. He's touched a child in its pants before.

D: I know right? Like for the love of god, shave. Please. Ubercreeper.

R: When is that pic from?

D: Two days ago.

R: Yikes.

D: I know! It's an interesting sweater as well...

R: It's a Cosby sweater.

D: He would look 10 times less creepy if he were wearing a t-shirt.

R: Haha. I agree.

D: I think we should break into his apartment, burn his sweater, and you hold him down, while I shave his face.

R: Haha. Alright let's do it.

D: (Send pic)

R: Old skool. Wow. Fuck me, when the hell was this?

D: 2002?

R: That must have been like fucking 10 years ago. They all look twelve. This bothers me. (Send pic)

D: Yeah... Are those midgets...?

R: Yeah idk. But it's creepy. Holy *** ***** ***** obsession.

D: I know, right?

R: I don't really enjoy them.

D: I like them sometimes. That reminds me of a picture... (Send pic)

R: Lol.

D: (Send pic) Omg. I can't breathe. Hahaha.

R: Holy shit. Lol.

D: Omg.

R: That fucking rules.

D: You missed that one?

R: Yes. He should really not put pics like that up. Someone could see them! Like us!

D: Lmao. Omg. I think I'm dying. (Send pic) I think I die laughing every time I see this picture.

R: Santa sucks.

D: Santa is so traumatizing. (Send pic) ????

R: It's all random shit.

D: Whhhy?

R: Spaceheater?

D: Hahaha. (Send pic) awkward.

R: Yeah, it's creepy. I saw that one.

D: Haha. A lot of these are creepy. (Send link) Wow. I'm scerred. I love how fucking ridiculous people are. Mornings like this make me love my life.




A little while later we talked about chemo therapy and I said I would rather die of cancer. My friend said: yeah, so not only do you have cancer, but you're bed ridden with cancer and no hair.

So genius.

Run Neon Tiger, There's A Price On Your Head

I would just like to re-iterate how truly fucking epic I think The Killers are.

Maybe Jackson Does The Astro

Yesterday I went shopping in the morning for Mum's present. I went to FYE and got her a gift certificate as well as one from Borders and some yummy smelling shower gel from bath and body works.I also bought Silverstein's two most recent albums while I was at the mall. After that I headed home for a little bit and then I got starving so I headed over to Mum's and chilled with Moo for a bit. She's the cutest ever. Anyway Mum loved her present and the card. She said she only got me a few presents, but as it turns out, she got me a huge bag full. Ace.

So we went to this cute restaurant called Pete's which was right near Goodrich. I had really good pasta and then for dessert I had fried pineapple with rum sauce which was good as hell. Anyway after that I went home and watched three DVDs which my mother got me for Christmas. John Cleese was a total babe when he was younger.

This afternoon I went to the mall with some christmas money and bought a new belt that actually fits, as well as a Cd player and some headphones since mine are broken and my ipod is totally wonky. I also bought some batteries at target.

After that, I went to the tattoo parlour to get my wings shaded some more, but I ended up just hanging out and making people think I worked there which was pretty funny. Some guy got his tongue pierced and he was pretty boss. Anyway I hung out all day there with some awsome strippers who were from Vegas. Brandon and I went and got slurpees after a bit, came back and smoked a blunt, and then was totally tripping while watching Ricki getting her boyfriend's last name tattooed down her spine. Ouch.

Anyway I drove Brandon home and it was snowing like hell. I kept thinking I was about to slide off the road like I did once last year while driving around with Brad. It was crazy, I swerved up onto someone's lawn to avoid a car, slid for a few houses, and then swerved back onto the road to avoid a tree. All with Brad calmly talking on his phone. Craziness.

I might chill with Eric for a while tonight, but I might just go to sleep.

When I Had You To Myself I Didn't Want You Around

So I accidentally pushed the back button instead of the delete button a second ago when I had already had almost all of what I was going to say typed out. Fuck. My. Life.

I miss Moo like crazy. I would do anything to see her right now but I'm pretty sure that wouldn't be appreciated due to the current time.

Anyway, as I currently have no computer internet access I am forced to forget about photoblogging until I move or work something else out. Which really sucks sing I've gotten two new tattoos in as many days. But they'll be up soon enough I suppose.

So later today I'm having christmas with Mum since I will be in Cali for actual christmas. It should be fun enough if she doesn't bring up the fact that I skipped my anthropology final and didn't bother to write the paper anyway. I really hope she doesn't. I honestly have nothing to say if she does mention it.

I'm still not sure what I'm getting her for christmas. I'll go shopping once I wake up later I guess. Talking of christmas gifts, yesterday (Saturday) I kidnapped my mother, blindfolded her, and took her to get her first tattoo as a christmas present... Naturally while we were there I couldn't resist getting something as well and I now have a complete set of wrist tattoos. Fierce.

I'm not going to lie, I'm a little jealous of my mom's tattoo. Not of the subject matter, just of the bright colours. I have an abundance of black text and greyscale work, but the only colours on me are miniscule ammounts of red and green on opposite ends and sides of my body from each other. This will change eventually but black remains my favourite colour so I'm not too bothered about it.

Still talking of tattoos, I wonder if I will get enough christmas money to go get inky in Cali, but then again, I can probably get it done significantly cheaper at home.
I'm kind of thinking of getting Psalm 23:4 of the King James version down the side of my ribs for funsies. I love text tattoos. Words speak to me more than pictures, I think its because I'm a total nerd and bibliophile. Also, I'm rather loving the idea of getting Sodom and Gomorrah tattooed onto the fronts of my ankles. But I'm not going to go rushing into that one any time soon.

There are so many tattoos that I want done all at once. I hate waiting. I feel like my entire life up to now I've just been waiting to break free. And now I am and I'm playing catch up a little. But it's a pretty fucking epic game of it that I've got going on here. I grew up so bloody sheltered. I swear I'm never going to do that to my kids. I'm not a very protective person anyway; fiercly loyal but not sheltering by any means. I'm sure I get it from the parents I've never met, specifically my mother I would assume from what I've heard of her.

Anyway I suppose I should maybe consider sleep right about now.

Truth Is You Can Stop And Stare

So my headphones are decidedly broken. Fuckkk. I need good headphones at all times. The only way they work correctly is if I ditch the long cord and keep the short cord tight with my computer, which really isn't all that great because my computer doesn't have all that much music on it and Eric still hasn't fixed the internet so I can't pirate any. This is so sucky.

Anyway, my original plan for the day was to stay in bed because I totally got thrashed boarding yesterday and everything hurts. Then I remembered that I had 50 dollars and I get up for tattoos any day any time.

I got crucio on my right wrist. Next time I get money I'm getting imperio on my left wrist. It's super pretty and just a little evil looking. When the internet works again you'll have pictures but until then, check my facebook.

Anyway, I'm going to do nothing until late in the night/early in the morning at which point I will pass out.

I Wanna Hurt You Just To Hear You Screaming My Name

So this morning I went to my mother's bright and early to weasle some money out of her. Very successful indeed. Anyway, after we had breakfast I played KH2 for a while which is always megafun.

I took a nap. Unpleasant dreams of a certain someone ensued and I woke up with some random man leaning over me and scrubbing at the couch. Awkward.

After I had lunch with my mother, I headed to modern skate and surf for some much needed gear. I got some totally boss burton snowpants that I'm totally in love with, the best pair of goggles I've ever had, and a dakine hat that I'm sure I didn't need, but I fucking love hats so whatever.

I headed up to P to the fucking K-nob ater that, got all of my gear on, and got fucking snowy. I fucked up my left knee, right hip, the surface of my left hip, and both of my wrists. I've also discovered why I don't ski anymore; I suck!!!

I was boarding down shaboom and I totally ate it all down the hill and got ice burn on my hip and stomach. Not fun.

My new headphones might be rather brokenish... Ill have to look into it.

Anyway, I'm super tired and not looking forward to how my body will feel tomorrow.

I Did My Best To Notice When The Call Came Down The Line

I went to sleep at 10 last night, woke up at 2:30 and had breakfast after chilling with my roommate Jacky who is going back to Taiwan tomorrow.

Anyway, I was sitting in my room listening to music when I remembered exactly how much I miss my ex boyfriend. I mean, I hate him with a passion, but sometimes I miss him anyway. We used to get into so much trouble and we drove eachother nuts, but we always managed to have a ton of fun.

Like, this one time I hung out with his best friend all day and had this crazy huge fight about it and a few other things, and then his cousin, him, and I cleaned out Jay's van and took a bunch of things since he said we could... We were so crazy.

I wouldn't go back out with him, ever, but I miss having that much fun.

This other time, we fell asleep while watching a movie at my house, and then when I went to drop him back off at his house, I just kept driving until I got to some lake and we parked and walked around and just talked forever even though we both had school the next morning. I got in so much trouble with my mum for that! On the way home, I let him drive and we nearly got pulled over... Hahahahahahahahaha awesome times.

Lord Knows I'm A Voodoo Child, Baby

So, this morning I passed out hoping not to dream. Do I ever get my wish? Of course not.

I had this weird dream about a carnival, probably influenced by Final Destination 3 that I watched with Eric last night. Anyway, guess who was in it? My haunter. Thanks.

I woke up at 1, talked to some people online and then got dressed and headed to Verizon to get my phone fixed. It didn't take long, all they did was reset it, which was convenient and I can do it myself if it stops working again.

After that, I headed down to ROT to get my lip touched up. Fun times, but I love that it's free.

I like that it's still bloody in the picture.

I discovered, when I tried to rent Kill BIll Volume 1 that we don't have a Blockbuster movie pass anymore, so I headed right to the grocery store and bought a whole bunch of microwaveable thai food. YUM!!!

Anyway, I suppose I might go to sleep soonish, because I'm super tired. Maybe I won't dream... fat chance.

Your Body's Cold, But Girl We're Getting So Warm

So this morning was last night. My friend and I talked online forever this morning and browsed some higalarious pictures. The best quote of the day:
"he shoud really not put pics like that up. someone could see them! like us!"
I think I might have died this morning. It was excellent. After that, I did my makeup so as to maximize looking dead in case I decided to venture out in public later.

By the time I woke up at 4 though, I'm pretty sure I just looked undead. Ace.

Anyway, obviously I woke up at 4, Carol woke me up, actually. I got dressed and went over to her house, complained about how I was being haunted in my dreams for a while, then she suggested that we pick up Brian and watch "An American Haunting" which was really good and had James D'Arcy who is a total babe. But I'm not going to lie, I totally had no idea what was going on half the time. After that, we watched V for Vendetta, which is always excellent.

Half way through V, we stopped and had a seance with a homemade ouija board. The spirit we were talking to was named Worx, it was nice, it wasn't Carol's father, and it neither loved nor hated us. Apparently, I'm not going to die when I go to California for Christmas. I'll start hanging out with my future husband in 7 weeks, we'll start dating in 4 months, I'm getting married when I'm 21, and apparently we're having 14 kids. But seriously... it's a ouija board.

Anyway, after V for Vendetta was over, I went home and watched Final Destination 3 with Eric. It was hilariously bad, but had rather excellent gore. Not my favourite though. On my way home though, I chomped on my tongue ring and broke one of the balls and I have no clue where my bling bag is so I have no way to change it until I clean my room or car or something. Jim and I decided to name my pillow Marluxia.

This was the most fun and most eventful day I've had in a while.

Excuse Me While I Kiss The Sky

This is my pillow. It looks like a dead mouse. I'm only now getting around to taking a picture of it.

My room is gross. It wants cleaning.

I've Got Soul, But I'm Not A Soldier

I am amazing.

So, the last few days have been super boring. The only really interesting thing that has happened is that I ripped the left side of my tongue, so that piercing hurts like fuck when I eat or move it. Thankfully, I only ever play with the right one anyway.

Falling Down The Wall; Strategically

This morning when I woke up freakishly early it was snowing like hell, so naturally I checked to make sure Pine Knob would be opened, of course it was. I called around to see if anyone wanted to go, which they didn't, so I went back to sleep until noonish, when I woke up again, it was still snowing and I couldn't wait another day to go boarding. So, at 2:30 I left in jeans and a sweatshirt. I couldn't be bothered to find my actual gear.

Anyway, I got there at about 3, got my ticket and hit the hills straight away. The powder was SWEET. Best weather I've had on a boarding day in a few years at least. I made some friends and stuck with them for entertainment. We braved "The Wall" which is this horrible mogul ridden nearly vertical, ice covered, double black diamond slope. I've discovered that it is impossible to board the wall on your back edge, it must be done on the front edge and you have to be careful not to decapitate your boarding buddies... not that that actually happened.

After that, we decided to go into the lodge for a while to get warm.
It didn't work.

After tearing it up for a few more hours, I decided to call it a night as I was bloody freezing and my jeans were soaked. My last run was completely epic, just so you know. I think I came.

Instead of driving home in my board boots and wet jeans, I stripped to my underwear and a hoodie in the parking lot, got hit on, and changed into black skinnies and my moon boots. So much more comfy. It didn't really matter anyway because the jeans were doing nothing to keep me warm and my legs were 100% numb, and I actually decided to wear underwear today, so yeah, it all worked out fine.

On my way home, I stopped at maccas for some fries and then 7-11 for some candy and a Juno blue slurpee. Ace.

I have a terribly exciting bruise and I'm pretty sure I died a little on The Wall. I love fucking myself up while boarding.

If You Must Falter Be Wise

So... yesterday, for the first time in my life, my mother asked, for serious, if I was on drugs. I laughed, and she asked what and how often. I gave her the honest answer that I don't do drugs, thank you very much. It was kind of startling that she actually thought I was on drugs, when really, I'm off drugs.

Anyway, today I half-raked the leaves. I got cold though, so I watched TV and had soup. And then I put my cat in my coat to keep me warm and went and raked the rest of the front yard and it was dark by then, so I just kind of gave up.

I got home and got this excellent e-mail from SuicideGirls telling me that I'd be totally perfect for the site and such. I'm waiting until I move to fill out the rest of my application though. But yeah, I was pretty fucking excited about that.

Disturbia is currently my drug of choice.

Happy To Be Tortured

Yesterday morning I woke up at 5 am and watched Vh1 and discovered just how much I really do like the All-American Rejects. I was lazy until about 10 or so at which point I finally got my ass up and had yummy cereal for breakfast.

Mum and I drove to City Hall in Windsor to go to Service Canada and got my social insurance card. It took like, ten seconds. We came back to Detroit and ate at the HRC. They actually have vegan food, unlike the HOB, and our waiter was awesome. I took half of my left-over veggie burger home, but left it at my mother's house. Oh well.

By that time, it was pretty late, so I decided to just go to class. But, I remembered that ROT is right across from the school parking lot, so I parked and went right in. I brought $100 with me. As a Christmas present to myself, I got my lip tattooed!

I thought the placement and statement were appropriate.

Also, this is what I got done monday:

They're finally done!

I'm bringing sexy back.

Smotemetwice

This was written yesterday, however I had no access to a computer last night, so I'm publishing it today. I will be publishing another post later on today.

So... This morning I woke up at nine, completely exhausted so I went back to sleep until noonish. After that, I stayed in bed interwebbing until about one at which point I got dressed and went to the bank.

On my way to the bank I stopped at maccas for fries and some blue poweraid. I went to the bank drivethrough with the cool vacuusuck tubes and cashed a cheque and then headed to the tattoo parlour.

John was heading out when I got there so he let me watch the shop for an hour or so while he was gone, which was fun. I took some calls, talked to a few walk-ins, and signed for a package. Sweet. When John got back, he had to head back out to the bank, so while he was out, he bought me some more french fries.

After that, we finally got started. He shaded in two feathers and some lady walked in with a question about navel rings. We got back to it just as Van Halen's "Jump" came on, and I love that song. It went pretty quickly and we finished up with a Motley Crue song.

The tattoo looks totally amazing, but I'm not going to lie, right now, bras are my worst enemy. Since it was finished, I drove into RO, picked up some sushi and went to my mom's place. After dinner I played KH2 for a while and am currently stuck in a rather impossible battle with Jaffar. And I thought Xaldin and Demyx were hard... Athough, to be honest, I've only tried to beat him once. Its one of those annoying magic carpet battles and I'm all by myself, I'll probably try one of my forms or switch my keyblade to something stronger.

Anyway, I decided to spend the night there so I fell asleep on the couch while watching the history channel.

I'm On My Knees, Looking For The Answer; I'm Dancer

My mother has amazing vegan food at her apartment, yummmm. Anyway, happy last day of November.

I was going to go get my December cheque from my mother, but then I got super lazy and now it's late.

Lazy Sunday. Whatever.

There was a mini blizzard earlier.

I talked to Stephanie for a while and she's convinced me that backstage really isn't that cool.

Sorry I'm boring.

On the bright side; ROT does lip tattoos. I'm getting "DANCER" because let's face it: I'm not human. I'm dancer.

On the other bright side, I'm getting inky tomorrow. Boss.

Black Friday? More Like Black Plague

Turkey massacre day I woke up bright and early...ish and picked up my mother from her apartment. We drove out to Grass Lake to have dinner with my Godparents... among other people. On the way there, my friend Jeremy called and asked what people were supposed to do on Thanksgiving. I told him that people watch the Thanksgiving Day parade, eat turkey, and go to the movies. Which reminded me that my mother and I had totally and completely forgotten to do that. We decided that we'd go see Twilight after dinner since my mother hadn't seen it yet.

When we got to the house, only a few people were there and NOONE recognized me. It was rather hilarious... maybe it was because I had a hat on, I don't know. But anyway, I hung out with Eva, my Godsister for a while and then Genevive arrived and we talked forever. Genevive is basically my Godsister as well. Dinner was pretty good. Genevive and I are both vegetarians so we had salad and cranberry stuff with bread instead of turkey. It was good.

For desert, I had three peices of pie, apple, pumpkin, and blueberry. After desert, my mom and I left and drove straight to the movies, we walking in 10 minutes after it started, but whatever. After the movie, we went back to her apartment and I decided to stay the night since I was super tired. We watched Little Miss Sunshine and then 3:10 to Yuma, and I had 2 bags of microwave popcorn, which was really great at the time.

The next morning I woke up at 6:30 in complete agony. I decided to go chill in my mom's room on her bed since she had a blanket. She wasn't there, but two hours later when she got home, I threw up all over her bed. I'd sort of thought I had lost the ability to do so to be honest. The last time I threw up was when I was in 5th grade which was 7 years ago. However, throwing up reminded me just how much I prefer throwing up to seeing someone else do it. Apparently that's unusual.

Anyway, I guess I had the stomach flu because I felt like crap the entire day, and I had a ridiculous fever until about 1 in the morning. But I feel great now. Anyway, I'll probably go home either tonight or tomorrow night, I'm not really sure. But I'm currently in the "library" on the computer since my mother's sucks and she doesn't have the internet anyway.

I'm probably not going to eat popcorn for a while... I still don't drink grape gatorade.

<3

Ahhhh!!! I love this song and the movie from which it comes!!!

...But That's Because You're A Hottie From Hottingham.

I can't blog good without my headphones... fuck fuckkitt.

Hey Jane. I baked you a cake to represent our love. It's burned, but that's because you're a hottie from Hottingham. OMG. YES.

I've been slightly in love with that commercial since last Valentine's day and I FINALLY found it to show Libby. I had to post it here. Watch.

This morning I woke up crazy early, took a shower, got my shit together, and drove to 7-11 near the HS to pick up Carol. Yay hot chocolate. There was this sweet dude with highlighter orange hair and we talked for a minute.

Ahhh... music.
It makes
My heart pound.
My skin burn.
My lips twitch.
My muscles go limp.

Anyway. Blogging.

So I parked a little ways away from the school, walked up there drinking my hot chocolate, blasting my headphones, and smoking a halfie. At which point I was high and slipping on ice. Yay! So I get there a bit early and just hang out in the freezing cold for a while which was fun. After a while, school was let out and Carol came and got me. We went to my car, which kind of exploded inside, and went to my house. She had tequila. I had the internet. So we were both drunk off of something.

Jacky came downstairs in his boxers. Hilarity ensued.

We got fries and then went to the tattoo studio to see if John was there. He wasn't and wouldn't be in until 6 so we went back to my house and played video games. Carol won. Then I danced to Michael Jackson. It was scary. I promise.

We went back to the tattoo studio and hung out with Ray for a bit before John got there. He took pictures. I'm getting the other wing shaded on Monday.

We were going to go pick up my phone from some lady, but her address and information got gone... oops. I don't really need that phone anyway.

Alex and I were talking tattoos and she wants a lip tattoo that says sin in German. I want one that says "AVADA KEDAVRA" because I'm a dork like that... I fucking love Harry Potter. I don't even care. I'm re-reading the last book at present. I love it! So... that gets added to my list of 16 other tattoos I have in mind... haha. I'm so iiinkky! I love it!

Nights yo. Happy American Thanksgiving!

Are You Sure You're Okay Annie?

So... I don't even remember what happened yesterday...

Well... okay, I might know a little.

So, I had this kind of creepy dream... it wasn't quite a nightmare, but I definitely wouldn't want to have it again. So, The Killers were over for thanksgiving dinner, and so Brandon and I are in the dining room, and we start eating early, because everyone else is busy in the kitchen for some reason. Anyway, the butler comes in (wtf?) and is all like, "Oh... Sir and Miss, that food hasn't been properly de-grasshoppered yet!" and I'm like, uh... what? So he takes tweezers and gets these huge green grasshoppers out of our food and I'm like ew, fuck this. Can you say in dream panic attack? Yeah... So I went upstairs and when I came back down, it was just my parents and the rest of the band and Brandon had already left. It sucked.

Anyway, after that trippy dream, I woke up for real and my hair was scary as hell. I promise. I have picture proof. But I'm not posting them because I look like a crack-head.

So, anyway, I get dressed, get some food, thaw it in the microwave, and since our oven is full of pots and pans, I take it over to mum's house and use her oven instead since she isn't home while also collecting all my stuff that I left there since she wants it all "out, out, out" or whatever. Anyway, food was good. Lilu was home which is always adorable. since half the time I'm there he's out on some adventure with dead animals... and then he brings them home to continue the fun... right.

After I left, I came back home heavily dosed with Nyquil. Yum. I surfed the web for a second after that, and then, instead of going to Anthropology class, I fell asleep with my headphones on and had another trippy dream. So, I'm like doing this weird team scavenger hunt and I got paired up with this weird guy who kept trying to talk to me, only, my headphones were on so I couldn't hear him, so I tried to pause my iPod, but that didn't work, so I just took off my headphones... BUT THE MUSIC DIDN'T STOP!!! It was way weird. So I was just kind of like, umm... write it down, so he took out markers and drew all over my hand, but I never really got to read what it said, because then I woke up... to discover that my headphones were blaring music into my ears. No wonder I thought I was music!deaf.

Anyway, it was like... 10:30 maybe when I woke up, so I surfed the webbie for a little bit and then passed out again. It's 8 am and I have nothing to do, but on the bright side, I feel a shitton better than I did yesterday!

Oh, and my anti-anxiety medication came in the mail or something, so when Carol comes over today and drinks too much and throws up, I probably won't mind all that much... and I know she will because EVERY SINGLE TIME anyone gets drunk around me, someone throws up. And I have a panic attack and freak out. It's worse when I'm drunk too... but that only happened once and I'd rather not recount it right now. Maybe later...

Oh... and I'm totally listening to Shake It.

Suckiness...

Why is it, that no matter how much I drink, and no matter how quickly I drink, I only barely get tipsy and only for 10 minutes at the most? I think I might be cursed... I mean, I don't enjoy being drunk, but I've only ever been drunk once... fuck my life.

Silently Reflection Turns My World To Stone

Today I woke up at 8 am, feeling positively ghastly, checked my facebook, and promptly went back to sleep until noon. At noon, I woke up still feeling like complete and utter crap. Great. I had a fun conversation with Jeremy though, which was a plus.

I went downstairs to make something to eat and discovered that the oven was entirely full of pots and pans… I didn’t know people actually did that, but now I know where the pots are for next time I want to make soup. I was feeling a little better at around 3 after having had a whole bunch of ice cream and hot chocolate powder to eat, so I rang up my mother and told her that instead of having sushi with her tomorrow for lunch, I thought we should have it tonight for dinner. She agreed, so that was settled.

I’m pretty glad that I brought my sleeping bag with me when I moved instead of packing it up, because I can honestly say that I think if I hadn’t, I might have had frost bite by now as my house lacks central heating, or any heat for that matter. My roommates keep telling me to buy a space heater but I really don’t have the money and with the sleeping bag and sweatshirts that I’m constantly enclosed in when I’m home, only my hands get cold, which I can totally deal with. I’m not entirely sure how this affects my immune system, but I’ll be gone in January, so I’m sure it can’t be all that bad.

Half-way between youtube and television, I remembered just how much I love Michael Jackson’s music. But then again, I love all music. I related this to Libby and she realized how much she also loves Michael Jackson’s music. The best part about his music, is that it’s all so easy to dance to. I also got to thinking how hilarious I look doing a lip curl… and how amusing it is that I actually convinced a security guard that I am Elvis Presley’s (illegitimate) granddaughter because of it, but I could be, who knows; I was adopted, talking of which, my biological mother would now be about 36, interesting.

I went to my parents’ house and we loaded some things into my car and then I headed out to the sushi restaurant with my mother. I stuffed myself with rice and veggies and then took a shivery walk around the corner to the Starbucks to get some hot chocolate and a cappuccino for my mother. I was warm and toasty on the way back. I got my mum and we went to the parking garage and got my car then drove to her apartment.

I helped her load things out of the car and brought them into her apartment for her. Stole some soymilk. And then left. Just before I got home, I stopped into a 7-11 and got a huge disgusting multi-flavor slurpee. It was 40 oz of blue raspberry, cherry, and something orangey. Delicious! Anyway, since the 7-11 is right around the corner from my house , I’ll probably frequent it from now on.

Anyway, I was listening to Metro Station on the way home and came to the conclusion that even though The Killers and Silverstein are my two favourite bands, Shake It is decidedly my favourite song. I can listen to it all day, every day… and sometimes I do.


ps. thanks for reading my blog Rob!!!

A Gold Heart Never Rusts

So... this morning I woke up at 5 am, went back to sleep until 10, and when I finally did wake up, I came to the conclusion that I'm rather ill. Carol called and we had a lovely conversation that lasted forever, which is always fun. She's agreed to come with me to get my back shaded on wednesday.

I read for a while and then decided I wanted sushi. I called mother to see if she wanted to come and get sushi with me, she did, but the sushi place was closed, so we're going for dinner tomorrow night. I read some more and then discovered that the new Killers album came out a few days ago, so I downloaded it.

I burned a copy and since I couldn't get the last two songs, I added two completely unrelated singles. Broken Stars by Silverstein, and Capture by Off The Zodiac, my friend's band. I brought it over to her at her new apartment, which is a pretty boss place. I ate her food, played with her electric chair... haha, and taught her how to use the microwave.

I went home and talked to Libby online, then I had the most amusing audio chat with Brandon of Forever In A Day. Apparently he's super drunk and in the studio recording a christmas song, but misses talking to me... which is interesting, because I was rather under the impression that he was ignoring me, but whatevers. It's possibly because my mother canceled my texting, oh well. It was a very amusing conversation which continued to be amusing after it switched to a normal typing chat.

Anyway, due to the fact that I feel like crap, I'll probably go downstairs and get some rum as it always seems to make me tired, and then go to sleep.

Only You Can Make Every New Day Seem So New

It's still freezing, which is an excellent sign. I can't wait until there is enough snow to go snowboarding. I only went once last winter... a very depressing thought considering my excellent board. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I've only gotten to use it twice.

Every New Day, by Five Iron Frenzy is currently fueling my brain. It reminds me of Ben... I miss him. I wish I had gotten to see him in Grand Rapids when I was there last week. Oh well. This song is so amazing... as is the band. Ska is so badass.

So this morning I woke up super late... like... 11:45 because I stayed up hideously late last night. Until about 5 am. I'll be going to bed earlier tonight. But anyway, after I was awake, I went to Alex's house to cut and dye her hair for her. I gave her this pretty cool layered look and took off an inch or so from the bottom, she seemed to really like it, which was good.

After that, we had adventures in bleaching and then I showed her the music video for Situations, which is always fun. After that, we went to my parents' house for a mo. and then went back to her house to dye her hair purple. When we were done with hers, we decided to dye mine too. Purple mohawk. Hell. Yes.

I went back to my parents' house to get food and then bring the rest of my boxes upstairs. After I was done, I came back home. Since it's a Saturday night, I might listen to the Bay City Rollers and drink rum... but I'll probably just sleep.

Twishit?

This update is coming to you live from Libby's house. Thank you to Libby for the use of her computer, and Libby's parents for paying the internet bills and buying said computer.

Yesterday, I was supposed to apply for my social insurance card thingy... that didn't go so well. The website was super confusing... I'll do it later. Anyway, after a long time of just bumming around on the internet at my house, I called up Libby and decided that we should go see the midnight premiere of Twilight. Her mom said yes. Yay! So then I went home to get money from my mother.

At my parents' house, my mother decided to make me carry up a bunch of boxes before I could go to Libby's. She took my keys away. As if that would stop me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. It didn't. I went and got my pants from my car and then brought some boxes up stairs. I got $$$ from mum, and then went to Libby's house, stopping for gasoline along the way.

At Libby's I talked to Alex, whose hair I'm going to do tomorrow. After a while, Libby, her brother, and I piled into my car after smooshing the McCain Palin signs into the back so that Josh could fit. There were a bunch of crazy people there, but there was this awesome lady down the row who asked me about my tattoos. Sweet. We threw some popcorn at some dumbasses who screamed when it was half an hour until show time.

The movie was pretty good. Robert Pattinson is not HALF as sexy with an American accent. It was awful. But yeah... the movie was good. Despite the fact that I hate Nikki Reed with a passion, she was okay.

So at like... 2:30 in the morning, we went back to Libby's and after attempting to watch Kill Bill Volume 1 unsuccessfully, we passed out in her livingroom. At about 7 am I woke up cramped on her little love seat, so I moved to the floor and we slept until about 11. We went out for Starbucks and I bought a new insulated cup while I was there since the lid to my old one is MIA and probably will stay that way forever.

We came back and watched Casino Royale for a while, and then her grandmothers came over. One is french or something? I dunno, but anyway, her mom banished us to her room which is where we currently are, having misadventures with her acoustic guitar and cello. The only song I can play on the guitar is Seven Nation Army... and only the bass line. Go me.

Down Down Turn Around

So yesterday morning, I woke up bright and early and had to wait until 11 or so to go into the shop and get one of my wings shaded. It seemed to take forever... I hate waiting.

On the bright side though, I went in right when they opened and didn't have to wait at all. John shaded the left wing today. Yay. I took pictures during breaks. With only parts of it shaded, it looked a bit like a Da Vinci sketch... which was super sweet.


Half-done.


I got a bit bored...


Finally!

So next week I'm going in to get the other one shaded... and I'll have to give him his money at some point... $100 for each wing. I rock. I roll. I rule.

So after that, I went to my parents' house to move more of my stuff into the guest room... however, after mum left, I convinced mother that my back hurt too much to move boxes, so we should go to the cinema and see the new James Bond movie.

It was good for a movie, but not a good Bond movie. It was basically a direct sequel from Casino Royale, which is really dumb, because Bond movies are supposed to be stand alones. But oh well. The guy who had to clean the theatre was ever so glad that I brought my trash down so that he didn't have to clean it up... it's just a basic common courtesy and human duty really... pick up your shit when you're done with it.

So yeah... went to parents' house after that and watched Bones. Some lady got shoved into a microwave on an aeroplane. Gross! There was this old lady who was obsessed with murder... it was pretty funny. Anyway, after that, I was super tired and kind of felt like puking because I had too much popcorn at the movies, so I just stayed the night.

This morning when I woke up, I couldn't find my blackberry... shit? Finally I found it under the couch in the TV room. Haha, score. Anyway... I'm home right now, but after I fill out something online, it's back to mums' house to pack up. Sucky...

On a bright, shiny note though, Thomas has promised to visit me in Toronto after I move. =]

Making Christmas

I have no idea when I last updated this blog… whether it was before Friday or after. It makes a huge difference, so I guess I’ll just blog for Friday and if it turns out that I already did, I’ll just delete the section, because currently I’m sitting in Anthropology and I have no internet access. Suckage!!!!

Never mind. I just got half-way through Friday before I remembered that I had already blogged about it. Oh well…

So… Saturday I woke up bright and early, went home, packed some clothes and such, then went to pick up mum. I drove to the Walkerville station in Windsor. It smells like beer there… oh yum! I love that smell.

The train ride there wasn’t too bad. My headphones broke. Great. When we got there, it was rainy and gross. Fun… We took, a taxi to our hotel, put our stuff in the room, and then ventured out into the rain to eat yummy vegan food at Fressen on Queen West. We got there and it was totally booked up. Great…

Oh, I forgot to mention… for some reason, I was under the (mistaken) impression that it would be rather warm and balmy in Toronto, so all I brought was a sweatshirt. Fun.

We walked around in the freezing cold rain for a little while before getting a cab. The driver was from Africa or something and didn’t really speak English very well, so we basically spewed out a bunch of bull shit at him. He told my mother that I’m very pretty and look like Boy George. Great…

So anyway, we decided just to go back to the hotel and eat there. The food was pretty good and The Notebook was on TV in the restaurant. After dinner, we went upstairs and watched TV until we fell asleep.

The next morning, we had breakfast at Eaton and went out to find an internet café and check out Craig’s List. I found a place pretty quickly and called to see when I could go check it out. It’s in an amazing neighbourhood two feet away from Yonge between College and Dundas, right down the street from Eaton and 2 underground stations.

I got the place. It’s a 4-story building with 1 porch and 2 balconies. I have 9 roommates and I’m moving in January. It’s a short walk from anywhere I could possibly want to go. After that, we went shopping at Eaton. I got 2 way cute shirts at Boathouse. One says “Kiss Me, I don’t smoke.” And the other is just really cute and has cassette tapes on it. I also got a boss new pair of green and black Skull Candy headphones; my signature accessory, as I was the first person to have a pair that I know. It’s my 4th pair… well, sort of, my 3rd pair were just ear buds. We mostly hung out in the hotel after that and watched Hancock before going to sleep.

Monday morning, we had breakfast in the hotel and then went to check out Marvel. After a terrifying subway ride, we got there. Now, I love subways, but traveling with mum and her ridiculous walker which, I have to carry up and down all the stairs with her is a pain in the fucking ass. I hate it.

The director was super nice and he really liked me. I’m so excited to start school there. He was like, “You’re kind of a funky person...” and I’m like, yeah totally, so he’s like, “Yes… I’m checking you out. You should probably work somewhere on Queen West,” and I was like, hell yeah.

So after that, we went shopping again, then I went and met with my landlord Marco. After that, I met mum back at Eaton, we went shopping more and then had some food. I found a new tattoo artist. He’s like Miss Kitty and used to work in a real shop, but now works out of his apartment. Bombass! I'm so fucking cheap... haha. So then we went back to the hotel and I forced mother to watch The Dark Knight with me as she hadn’t seen it yet.

This morning, I nearly killed mum by dropping Pieter Van Den Hoogenband’s name while she was drinking her coffee. Nice… We packed up our stuff and headed out to the train station. We got to board first since she is handi-capped. Sweetness.

The train ride was pretty boring since my internet doesn’t seem to be working… grrr!! I’ll need to get that fixed…

Anyway, I talked to Libby for a while and managed to drop my phone and pop it out of the case while I was falling over mum to get to the bathroom. I talked to Libby and Carol for a while after that before getting home. Yay home.

I only had an hour or so at home before I had to go to Anthropology, which is where I am now. On my way here, though, I called John over at Ink Slingers and checked to make sure that he is free tomorrow. He is, and I’m going over to get one of my wings shaded. Although I don’t really have the money yet, I will soon and I’ll make sure to give him half of my weekly pay each week in December. Yay! I’ll be so glad to have $100 per week instead of $50 like I have now. I’m glad he’ll do it even if I don’t quite have the money yet. He <3s me!

Anyway… this class sucks, so I’m probably going to leave and go home to upload this online and then talk to people online and be a dork. Yay! My battery is dying…

Yeah... I left class. Now I'm talking about sex with Libby and watching A Nightmare Before Christmas.

Cracked Ribs

So, this morning, I think I woke up at 3 am or so, maybe. I had to wait until 9 to go to the bank and get money, and then I left at 10. The drive was shorter than it was to Cleveland, but the distance was further... weird! I basically went through all my CD's and listened to Metro Station the whole time. I totally got lost because my GPS told me that the venue was an empty grassy hill. I had to ask some people in a gas station where it was and they directed me right to it. When I got there, I stayed in my car for a while to do my make up, which later got totally spattered and ruined and I probably looked like a total freak, but I'm sure everyone understands.

So anyway, I met some cool girls when I walked out to get in line at about 2. They were all 15 and let me sit with them. After a while, Shane, followed not so closely by Max walked into what we thought was a sports store. One of the girls and I decided to take a bathroom break then. We walked into the sports store thinking, how hard could this be? And discovered that we had just walked into a mall... dammit.

We stalked around for a little while then went to the bathroom. After, we came out and were walking back to the entrance when we saw Shane. We started giggling and whispering and turned around to find some old man right behind us who was decidedly not Shane Told. I was like, "Oh... hi." Haha. I'm such a dork. Anyway... that was fun. We decided to go into a skate shop to look at the snowboards and Max was in there. Apparently he wears glasses. Adorable. Anyway, we talked for a bit, because... I dunno... he knows me and is nice like that. His mom went to the Chicago show and got drunk or something, so that wasn't good. But we got hugs and then headed back into the line.

I was wearing shorts and got pretty cold, so this rather adorable kid gave us a blanket, then we talked for a while and he was pretty interesting. He sped up the long wait very well with stories of how the back of his van is morally dirty and he's never even done anything in it. Gross!

When it was finally time to go in, we got centre left as usual, stage right, that is. This old lady and some girl with glasses who had never been to a hxc show were right behind me. I was like, um... you realize that the crowd is not going to stay spaced like this, right? We convinced them to leave half way through A Skylit Drive, because really, it was only about to get worse. This is the craziest venue I've ever been to! For their last song, they decided it would be a great idea to announce that there should be a crowd surfing contest. Thanks...

I got pushed a little further away during Alesana... okay, I got pushed way far away, which only got worse during Escape The Fate. This adorable kid next to me was like, "Don't worry, I'll get you to your spot." It was so cute! So yeah, thank god for Craig. He decided to stand in the crowd and everyone moved right so that I was way more center than I had been before. Bomb. Ass.

It took a while for Silverstein to set up, but once they did, it was epic. Josh walked across the stage, and I was like, "JOSH! JOSH!!!!" he noticed me and waved. He's so nice, I love him! Anyway, I saw Paul and Billy backstage as well which was cool. They were sooo good though. I love this band. They played Love With Caution, as ever. Which totally rocks, because if they hadn't, I probably would have cried. During the second to last song, I got my hat and backed the fuck up out of there. I went to the back and crowd surfed my way forward. Not the best idea as it wasn't packed very much toward the back and I got dropped. However, I am amazing and naturally landed on my feet. I was like, "AGAIN, AGAIN!" so they lifted me up and launched me forward again. It was so ace.

After that, I went to the merch tables, stopping on my way to talk to Dennis of Alesana. He's nice. I got 2 t-shirts, but the hoodie I wanted was sold out... seeing as they had only started with 2 in the first place... hahaha. Anyway, I met Billy. Which basically rocked. I was like, "Can I have a hug? It would make my decade... like, the whole thing." I'm such a dork, anyway, he did give me a hug... and it was awkward because I didn't really want to let go. I asked him how many tattoos he had, and although he does know that he has them all over, he doesn't count. Which is a fine answer! Then Paul came by and gave me a high five and I told him I like the way he plays, and he signed my shirt and gave me a hug. After that, Josh came by and he totally remembers me!!! Haha, score. He's soooooooooo nice! But I already knew that. He was like, hmmm... I know you but where from? And I was like, Detroit! And he's like, "oh yeah, we talked FOREVER." And I was like, yup. He has lots of tattoos too. More than me, less than Billy. He has a tofu tattoo as well! It's adorable and a half.

After that, I saw the guy from Detroit who helped me crowd surf the first time and had been standing behind me when I first saw this concert a month ago. He and his buddy had been talking to Craig. I forgot he loves Escape The Fate. Good for him! Anyway, after talking to the guitar player from A Skylit Drive for a while, I left and went home. I think I fell asleep for like.... 2 seconds twice while I was driving, so I turned on a light and talked to some friends on the phone.

I'll be in Toronto for the entire weekend. We'll see how that goes...

Flying Shoes

Last night, I went to sleep at about 5 pm. I woke up at 12 am and could. not. sleep.

I did nothing until about 4 at which point I took a shower and got dressed. At 4:30 I went and picked up Corey from his house. We got gasoline and were on the road by about 5. We got there at 8:30 am and the city was empty. We walked around for a few hours. I was totally buggin' because there were already tour busses at the HOB. Fuck yeah.

At about 10 we went to Quiznos and got foodage... talking of which... my sandwich is still in my car somewhere. Fortunately, it's cold enough out that it should be fine until later when I go and get it. It was a yummy sandwich. Two tour busses pulled up behind the venue at about 10:30 or so, I guess and I was super excited. I found some fun little people to hang with because I was getting kind of tired of Corey. He's soooooo annoying.

Mallory and Melanie were their names, I think. Anyway, they were waiting outside of the HOB eatery because if you buy food, you get in first. So, after a while, we joined them. I had a salad. We had this awesome waiter who was like, here... have some free tickets and use this other table's receipt. I was like, okay then! We waited outside for two hours until it was 2:30. But during that time, Mallory stole Corey's hat, put it on my head, and I went running with it. He caught up and got it, and I was like, "But I still have your hoodie!" So then he was chasing me again and like, behind the HOB there are some restaurants and this creeper was like, peering into the window of one of them, and I screamed because Corey was chasing me and the creeper is like, "WOAH!!!! AAAAHHHH!!" it was the funniest moment of my life. I almost peed.

So anyway, we waited in the cold room forever. The lead singer of Alesana walked by which was fun. I had no idea who he was. Shane walked by. I was too shocked to say anything. Craig was walking by signing autographs and stuff, so we went and gave him Sour Patch Kids candy that M&M had gotten him. He gave the three of us hugs, and then stopped by us in line on his way out to tell us to come to his merch table after the show.

Mallory and I heard music, so we went out into the hall and it was fucking stein!!!! They were playing Broken Stars and sounded AMAZING. I screamed and totally freaked out. Haha, like... I kind of leaned against a wall and slid down it and sat there shaking until some lady was like, oh, here, sit on this wall instead. It was amazing and they sounded SOOOOOO effing good. OMG.

So after that, we went back in and waited until 6. We were like... 4th in and were right against the barrier to the left of centre. Perfect!!! So A Skylit Drive was first and they were awesome. Jag is so pretty. After them, Alesana played. They were all wearing the same thing and they looked HOTTT. I um... totally molested Shawn. He was standing on the barrier, and like... yeah... it was right there. After the show, I told him, and he was like, oh, that's not bad. I once got stuck and this girl was trying to get her hand through the zipper in my pants, but I wear girl pants with small zippers, so it didn't fit. Creepy!!!

Escape The Fate was on next. Max Green is so divine. Right when they started playing though, I looked over Max's shoulder and Billy was watching from back stage. Shane was there too. I flipped out and started crying. It was kind of crazy. Like... I was literally sobbing and jumping up and down. I was like, wow, I'm such a spaz; but they're a bit like the Beatles when I'm in concert mode. Otherwise, I'm cool... haha. But watch out if I'm in a pit of sweaty people against a barrier, I can't make any promises since I just kind of throw myself completely into it.

So it took FOREVER and a day for Silverstein to set up. But when they did, they were AMAZING. Ohmygod. Billy dances so crazy, I love it. I need to take head banging lessons from Josh... I don't know how he manages to do that while playing. I would fall over. But yeah... they were epic. There was this adorable guy behind me and I let him put his arms around me, haha. They played a bunch of awesome old songs, but they also played Broken Stars, of course. It was great. I was sooo super excited because they played Love With Caution, and that's totally my song. Epicness!!! It was so fucking mint. Shane did My Heroine acoustic, and then the rest of the band came back and finished it electric.

Gah... it was just so good. So after, Shane was throwing water bottles into the crowd, and I was screaming his name, and he looked right at me and tossed me the last one, and it bounced off of my fucking hand. I was like DAMMIT! Epic fail for me. I left straight after that and went to hang out by the merch tables. I chilled with Stephanie and Amanda. Stephanie taught me how blackberry messenger works. If only I had someone to talk to... haha.

So Max came in from having a smoke and got ambushed by some girls wanting a pic, so I waited until they were done then walked through the little crowd and was like, Hey Max. He was like, ooh! hey! And grabbed me for a hug. We talked for a bit and he totally remembered me. I think it's because of what I asked by accident last time... hahaha. I met some other little Stein fans which was fun. Jag remembered me... well, everyone remembered me pretty much. Apparently I'm amazing.

I was SOOOO pissed though. Silverstein dipped out the door like... 10 seconds after they got off stage and didn't even go by the merch tables. I found out like... 20 minutes later that they were gone and I was sooo mad. But whatever. We left and I got tired of driving, so when we stopped for gas, I parked at the Maccas across the street and slept for 3 hours. It was so punk rock, haha. After that, I finished driving home, managed not to get lost in Detroit for once, and got home at about 7 in the morning. Fun stuff. Tonight, I'm making vegan cookies for Friday so that Billy can have some too and I'm going to bed early!!!

<3

edit: made cookies. ate them all. were amazing.

The Death Of A Life

Yesterday is finally yesterday and this morning really is this morning. Everything is behind and now is now. The world is magic and I'm so stoked.

Basically, what I'm saying is that I actually slept last night the entire night, woke up at 5:30 this morning, and it was snowing. It still is. I love the snow. I think it has to do with the fact that there is nothing I would rather be doing in life than snowboarding, and living in Michigan, I don't really get too many opportunities to do so. Snowboarding alone is not fun and no one ever has money enough to go with me. It's a depressing thing. It's almost like bowling alone.

I went to CVS at about 7 or so and bought hair dye. I need a job and I need my hair to look at least somewhat normal. Right now, I have purple and green coontails in my bangs. Those need to die, or dye rather. My wings still hurt a little, but they've scabbed over and are healing nicely. The squirrel is completely healed and looks amazing and bright. The lyrics are on their way and should be fine by the show, ACE!

After I was finished dyeing my hair, I painted my nails... finally! and chatted with my friend Libby about all the concerts and shows we need to be going to.

I watched Spartacus with my mom during dinnner, and totally fell asleep like... 5 times and half way through.

Ok, For Real This Time

So, this morning was last night and yesterday which is today.
I took a shower and then went home and played some KH2. Square Enix is love. After that, I surfed the web for a little while and then went over to my mother's at 10 to pick her up and drive her to her new apartment. I got stuck with this kinda lame lady, only then I discovered that she really wasn't all that lame after all, which was sweet. She told me that she also likes Toronto and that if I want, I can skinny dip in the pool since there aren't cameras and it's open 24/7. I was like, "Are you encouraging delinquency?" and she simply said yes. Right on.

After that, I dropped mom off and went to the tattoo parlour to pick up some tickets John had for me. While I was there, we decided that I should have some more ink. I decided I wanted something on my back. Bad decision.

I looked through a few pages, when John suggested these massive angel wings and said he'd do the outline for $50. MINT!!!! Of course I said yes. I was thinking I'd get something small... not a ridiculously expensive huge tattoo for super cheap since I only had $85 on me. I've always wanted wings, and these things are not by any means small. They cover the width of my back and go from shoulders to the end of my ribcage.

So after he drew them out and traced them, he put the outlines on my back which took a while and was an odd slimy journey. They were perfect when he got them on. Yay!! So he did the right side first. It super hurt near the bottom, less towards the top, but by no means was it a comfortable experience. After he got the first wing done, we took a break for a while and I talked on the phone to Libby. He came back and started on the second one while I was still on the phone to Libbsy. I had to hang up straight away because talking was way too much to think about when he was needling my back across my ribs.

They were awesome when they were finished. I went home and called Carol. She convinced me to come to Dracula tonight, so I told her that I would buy her two extra tickets off of her and come see it. I took a shower to wash the goo off of my back and then got dressed and went down to the theater. I bought her two tickets and spent the rest of my time hanging out with my little HS friends. I then chilled with Brian in the tech booth and stayed there until intermission. I was super tired, so I told Carol I'd see her on Sunday and I went home, not without talking to Dameon, Dan, and Kein though!!

Anyway, I have to pass out now. Seeya.

One Wingy Dingy, Two Wingy Dingy!

So... slight update.
I got wings.
They hurt.
I only have a picture of one.
But my artist is AMAZING and he did the outlines for $50 total.
WOW!

Shoes

I have far too many pairs of skate shoes.

I have a white and green pair (which are currently still stolen -_- pissed).
I have a black pair with silver skulls on them which have bright orange laces.
I have a brown and teal pair of heelys that I don't wear the wheels in.
I have a white and black pair of DC's with weaved laces.
I have a pair of vans slip ons.
I have a pair of airwalk slip ons that I stole from the donation box at culver which had belonged to my roommate.
I have a new pair of black vans lace ups.
I have a pair of bright green and black high top skate shoes with purple laces.

and I know of at least 3 other pairs of skate shoes that I've had. I had a black and white pair of vans, blue airwalks, and black and red airwalks. Probably more... but that's all I remember right now.

TOO MANY!!!!

If I Had One Wish...

This morning was last night and yesterday.
I got dressed and went to Java Hut for chai tea.
Yum.

After that, I went home because I forgot my belt and my pants were falling down. So I got my belt, then went to the adult Ed place. The door was locked, so I went and listened to the radio in my car for a while. The test was irritatingly easy again today. First was math, I did like... half the questions in my head. Then social studies, which was just pretty much annoying. After that was reading, which was laughably simple. I left 10 minutes after I was supposed to have started the reading test.

I went home and fell asleep. Then I woke up. Now I am blogging.

Today was boring. However, on a more interesting note, I discovered that Greg and Alex are weirder than I thought... and I initially thought they were weirder than myself, which is saying something.



yikes.